Sacha Baron Cohen is probably browsing Big & Tall's Black Label Collection today, because he'll have to find some new shit to wear to the Oscars on Sunday since the show's producers have banned him from dressing up as his character from his new movie The Dictator. The Academy told Sacha that his ass is more than welcome at the Oscars, but he'll have to leave his Kid 'n Play chin wig at home. Deadline says those prim and proper hos of the Academy aren't taking any chances, though, and have temporarily sat on Sacha's tickets and won't give them to him until he promises to not bring the promo fuckery to their red carpet. One of the mouths for the Oscars said this to CNN about Sacha's stunt:

“We would love to have Sacha Baron Cohen at the Oscar show. We have expressed [to Cohen] that we don’t like our red carpet to be used as a promotional stunt. We’re waiting to hear from him. We’ve put the ball in his court.”

Oh yes, because the Oscars red carpet is sacred ground where nobody, I mean nobody, promotes anything. We never hear the words: "My dress is by Chanel, my earrings are Cartier, my bag is Judith Leiber, my tampon is Fendi and the platinum stick up my ass is Bvlgari." We never hear that! I don't know why those Oscar bitches care about Sacha Baron Cohen showing up in character when they obviously have no problem with Ryan Seacrest showing up as a straight journalist every year.

The movie will probably be so bad that it reverses itself into pure genius like all of his films, but I love when he busts up the isolated artificial bubbles that celebrities and other self-important people live in with his stunts.

I think people take him a little too seriously. Sure some of his characters aren't that funny, but some of them are freaking hilarious. Plus, any kind of shake up at the Oscars would make it watchable.